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She pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his powerful torso. She only wished she knew how to take off his armor so that she could drink every part of him in. As though reading her mind, he detached it and placed it behind them on an outdoor table.
He tugged off his sweatpants next and his long, thick cock rose from between his thighs. She gulped. She must have been soaked for his length to have fit inside her the first time. She reached down and traced the striated colors along his shaft, making him shiver.
“I want you so badly, Sienna. I want to claim you completely. I want to be one of the lucky few Gorema males to mark a woman as my own.”
A spasm of yearning and lust sent wet heat straight to her core. Did the men of his world not often choose just one woman? And what was this marking he spoke about? Was it some kind of Gorema ritual?
Either way, right then she didn’t much care. All she cared about was having him fill her completely while she succumbed to a mix of pleasure and pain as his deep, rhythmic strokes took her to ecstasy.
“Tell me you want that, too,” he said hoarsely.
“I want that.”
Whateverthatentailed, she didn’t much care. Lust and anticipation burned through her like paper drenched in gasoline. When his mouth took hers again and his big hands cupped her hips and dragged her close, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her navel, her inner fire became an inferno.
He was still kissing her when the railing on the patio touched her back. He peeled his mouth away from hers, his eyes like yellow moons when he said, “Hold onto the railing and don’t let go.”
She automatically did what he asked, her fingers curling around the cool metal as he dropped to his knees. A shiver went through her when he parted her outer folds to expose the bud at her center.
“I need to taste you like I need to breathe.” He moved forward then and took her in his mouth, suctioning her plump clit like she was his drug and he couldn’t get enough of her.
She dropped her head back with a moan, thrusting against his clever mouth and wringing out every drop of enjoyment as he continued pleasuring her. How had she thought other men had been good at oral? Gray took her pleasure to a whole new level, his tongue, that was rougher than her species, working her into a frenzy.
She cried out as a climax rolled through her and tossed her up high, the stars in the heavens no match for those bursting behind her closed eyelids as she submitted completely to Gray’s mastery.
She was still coming back down to Earth when he pushed back onto his feet and towered over her. When he bent and kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips and tongue, the intimate sampling ramping up her needs yet again.
“Turn around,” he said near her ear.
She did as he asked, a shiver moving up and down her spine at the sheer drop below the safety of the railing. A drop highlighted by the stature of the mature trees marching up the incline, the tips of their branches touching the sky.
His hands traveled down each side of her spine, lingering for a moment on her hips before one of his hands moved between her thighs and massaged her wet center. She gasped and writhed against him, aware he was using his other hand to guide his shaft to where it needed to go.
The kiss of his cock head between her folds caused her to automatically push back, and he inhaled sharply and froze for a second as the tip of his shaft sat buried the smallest way inside her. A nanosecond later he grunted as he filled her all the way, the pleasure-pain sending shudders through her body, shudders that escalated as he gripped her hips from behind, then stroked long and deep inside her.
When his wings wrapped around her, tight like a blanket, the intimacy rose to a whole new level. Even if the safety railing broke away, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was surrounded by his wings and impaled by his cock.
He stroked deeper, harder, and she counterthrust against him, her breasts bouncing and their flesh slapping as they let their inner beasts loose. Then he bent over her and said roughly, “You’re about to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
One of his wings unwrapped from around her, the tip caressing her face before it moved down her throat and over her breast. She sucked in an unsteady breath, amazed by the fiery sensation his leathery appendage left in its wake. Then the prong on its end touched her clit while Gray continued pumping in and out of her. When the prong suddenly vibrated hard against her sensitized flesh, there was nothing she could do but give into the magical bliss that flooded through her.
Gray gently kissed her throat. At the razor sharp sting that followed—had he damn well bitten her?—she flinched before delicious waves of decadence as quickly inundated her. Another orgasm propelled her up an even bigger wave, one that tossed her over its wall and sent her flying, then drifting hazily back to Earth.
She was distantly aware of Gray releasing her throat as he increased rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth double-time, then he ground against her and released his seed inside her with a roar of primitive satisfaction.
What had just happened?
Of course, she’d just had wonderful, mind-blowing sex, but she’d never imagined a male from another species could give her half as much satisfaction as her own kind. After all, what other male species in the entire universe had vibrating nodules on their shaft? Gray didn’t need that when he could adapt something just as ingenious with the prong on his wing tip. Her lashes fluttered. Heaven help her, what else could he do with his prong to send her half-crazed with lust?
Not to mention his naturally huge, striated shaft.
What about the biting sting? Are you going to address that?
She touched the single puncture wound in her throat, and he moved one of his hands to cover hers as she concocted different scenarios in her head, ones she then as quickly discarded.
“I marked you,” he said huskily. “I’ve made you mine.”
Her breath hissed as her chest contracted, squeezing the air from her lungs. “What exactly do you mean?”
